Lyrics Memory Lane (feat. Andre Nickatina) - E-40, Andre Nickatina

Memory Lane (feat. Andre Nickatina)

From pushin bags of goop in the rain
Rockin up nostril dust
Me and my squad, my gang
Ain’t never been no powder puff
Used to go to Puff-n-Stuffin the O-A-K
In a rental
Lucky’s or Safeway
For supplies and utensils
But that’s in the past, I’m havin my cash, rappin on instrumentals
I wanted to be number one
Not number 2 like the pencil
If it wasn’t for my pen, I’d be in the pen
You can’t know where you going if you don’t know where you’ve been
Always been low key ADD, I couldn’t sit still I move fast
It was impossible for a nigga like me to sit on my fuckin ass
I had to get that cash
Make my money pile
Build up my brand (what else?)
And boost up my profile
Made it out the game
Smellin' like a rose
From the bottom to the top
But I’m steppin on people’s toes
Blast off, higher than the moon
Been a hustler, since I came out the womb
(biach!)
Man I take you way back, to tick tocks and two Jacks and New Jack’s «Who Dat»
Man got the goin on the cutty
And blowin up you beeper bitch, just to get my money
Then hit the state fair with about 6 or 7 buddies
You stay inside on task force Tuesdays
So what you don’t sell dope, don’t make this April Fools Day
This is the town of bedrock and cook rocks and new gats and who dat
They got a lock on the crack sack
Then baby girl starts screamin, where the Macs at
As soon as they came out, the broke bitch steps back
The fat laces in Adidas was religion
And Las Vegas nights taught us all about sinnin'
I let the weed burn, as I let the wheels turn
Gotta live well, groomed straight to the orbit room
Nobody there had job applications
Its three o’clock and gotta hit Nation’s, memory lane
(oooahh)
I had a grenada, Disha had a mustang, Beela had a caddy
We was young in the game
Street niggas, young and ambitious
Determined to win, from start to finish
It’s the drought season, way too vicious
Call me on the under mayne, hollin' at bitches
Haters didn’t like it but they had to respect it
They quit the first family and rap to get a gold Lexus
Talk hurricane, but you can call me slur-a-cane
«Sprinkle Me» mayne
«Captain Save a Hoe» mayne!
Man I was in line when Scarface, hit the big screen
And if the dope was that good the people call it ice cream
You got paid off a pipe dream
And then first pair of Michael Jordan’s, first hit the crime scene
You sat low when your team jack and waitin did
I forget to mention yo, they jack them for their gold Dayton’s
Basketball we watch Gary Peyton
It’s when drug dealers really sold dope, wasn’t no fakin
We wore rings like straight Jamaican’s
And yo the rap game was just getting started, for the straight takin
I reminisce yeah, but no pain
Cuz in the fast lane, the slow lane, the whole thang is memory lane